"Lao Hu, you go down and keep an eye on her." Madam Su glanced at the driver in the front seat.
"Understood, Madam." Receiving the order, Lao Hu opened the car door and merged into the crowd.
Faced with her younger sister's arrangement, Xu Ming showed no reaction. Leaning against the seat cushion, her protruding cheekbones made her face appear gaunt and frightening.
Madam Su looked at her sister's indifferent demeanor and tentatively spoke, "Sister, what if one day she actively seeks out your husband?"
Being prepared for all eventualities, Madam Su never fought battles without preparation.
"She won't." Xu Ming opened her clear eyes and said flatly.
"Why are you so sure?" Madam Su asked puzzledly.
"That woman..." Xu Ming seemed to think of something, her eyelids drooping, a wave of desolate sorrow arising, "Anyway, as far as I understand her, she will never actively seek out Heming."
With her sister's words, Madam Su felt slightly reassured.
